I don't think that analogy is clumsy except for maybe the people who say they like the "good" horror movies aren't possibly being low-key racist and then you have to figure out if they just like non-threatening stuff in general or if they praise Eminem for his technical skill.

I mean, it was the father that said that, right? Or was it the boy in his monologue? The father's bent on the sin of pride. Is the scary thing is how seriously he takes that as a sin instead of a pragmatic or social failing? The son's bent on lust, which I guess could be scary if you keep wanting to fuck a crazy old…

Rooby Roo.

The wilderness is unsettling, particularly a wilderness with no recourse, one that will kill you because you can't grow or find food. Family is unsettling and annoying when you have bewitched twin siblings and a sad mom and wood chopping dad. Being a young woman with no agency admitted of you, but people still…

It's funny, I just saw it yesterday, and now when I think about Black Phillip's whisper, I just hear Keith David being smooth.

Not that anywhere in the Southwest or Great Plains or Great Basin or Rocky Mountain states is very cool, but c'mon, Texas gets 4 shows?

Hill got bored in the back half, by a demon.

You talkin Susana Martinez parties here?

It's pretty much the same as it was for Don't Be a Menace, so yes I guess?

For a second I thought there was a secret Gravity's Rainbow movie that didn't include the shit eating scene and I was shocked shocked!

Nope. I've been feeling like everything I hear on BIRP playlists leaves me cold these days and I've been yearning for Trail of Dead and the like. I like Neon Indian or Chvrches just fine, but everything else sounds the same and boring. I know this also sounds boring but… my wife once said that Diet Coke tastes like…

I really like that idea. Maybe Paul Giamati can be an apparently flummoxed but actually capable inspector.

That's weirder than the king being a giant sentient fungus that lives on the ceiling of a warehouse?

The construction site was at La Brea tarpits, which is well known both for its huge cache of dino eggs, and its sweet concrete pipes to shred in.

I have the Denver the Last Dinosaur song stuck in my head. I assume it wasn't included because it was in no way regrettable.

Yeah, like if you work at Starbucks AND sell enough weed you could make enough money to see a vagina. As opposed to leveraging money for startups. That's what you mean, right?

That reminds me of this insane story I read.
https://storify.com/public/…

Jermaine Dupri doesn't mention it at all in "Welcome to Atlanta". So how am I supposed to believe this?

Cubana is the only torta, because it is all tortas. http://www.missionmission.o…

Nick Wanserski: do not watch Under The Skin. You want to talk about the treat of a child being swept up in something…